Martin Variety in American Comics

Gotham, this is like this!

Saying good is difficult to return.

Although Batman began to eliminate the crime in the city with the help of the Justice Alliance, the shadows left over in the past will not disappear, and at least it will change significantly after a generation.

Therefore, the citizens on the streets of Gotham are still so wild, and the situation of pulling guns will be normal.

"Go you!"

Martin did not have the idea of ​​entangling with these strangers. He grabbed the shield with both hands and threw it outwards. Like the mountains, he directly covered them and fainted those who were shooting.

"it's over?"

Zhou Zanqian grabbed Martin's robe, carefully stretched his head out, watching those who were dizzy

In the face of the transit of Yin soldiers, this little girl still has the power of the first battle. She dares to pull out the rune sword and fight with Li Gui, but in the face of more real people, she becomes afraid.

"A group of small citizens, bullying soft and hard, there is nothing to be afraid!"

Martin grabbed the big shield, stuffed it back to the box again, kicked the attacker who was fainted by the past, but did not unscrew their heads.

"Let's go, look at your trembling look, I'm afraid I haven't seen such a scene!"

Martin glanced at the little girl and looked through the fear in her heart.

Zhou Zanqian was not afraid of these guns, but was afraid of the familiar order, and expressed this order to Gotham.

East University's needs of history and reality, habitually controlling various violence, thereby creating a relatively stable environment for ordinary people.

This control inevitably makes ordinary people feel the safety, while creating a kind of strongest violence, as if this force is pervasive and controlled all aspects of the society.

In terms of dialectics or reality, this is of course impossible.

But Zhou Zanqian lives in such an environment, and cannot avoid developing a attachment to such a order.

However, there is no such pillar power in North America, which can overwhelm all the forces in society on the surface and maintain a relatively stable situation.

"Does the police here care about it?"

Zhou Zanqian did not stay in the United States for a long time. After she returned to China, she learned about North America. The biggest source is various American dramas, and even the walls have not turned over.

After all, she has to be busy preparing for the college entrance examination of the middle school entrance examination, and also take time to cultivate, and practice the painting symbols and her own martial arts. There is no extra time to care about these things.

This time it is also over the college entrance examination. In addition, if you want to move your grandparents' ashes back to China, you will come to North America.

"I don't know this country. I just read the news before. Gotham was messy, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

Zhou Zanqian patted his chest with a lingering heart, and then jumped out of Martin.

"However, although it is messy, my parents have arranged everything. As long as I receive the ashes, I can leave immediately.

The little girl's fear of Martin far exceeded those Gotham who fired directly on the street.

Things like Yin Bing's transit, she only read from the storybook left by grandparents. Even if you have a high merit, you have to pay the price of half a life when you encounter such a disaster to calm the ghost.

However, these gods who did not know where came from, three times, five, and two were turned over the vicious Yin soldiers, and three fists turned three ghost kings, as well as the unheard of Zhenhun Street.

One by one, all of them are all showing the extraordinary man in front of him.

Zhou Zanqian didn't want to cause any trouble for this, so if he wanted to reject Martin, the two were better to part ways from here and did not interfere with each other.

"Girl Zhou, you are not lucky."

Martin pressed on Zhou Zanqian's shoulder, and said in an unspeakable tone: "It's not where everyone can go in. Since you go in, then the two of us have fate. Besides, I have nothing to do today To do it, so I have to entangle you with a thick skin. "

He is really boring and wants to find something to do.

There is a spell set up in Zhenhun Street. Even if you come to hundreds of ghost kings, you want to turn around under the six sides of Huang Tian Da.

Death did not appear because of Zhenhun Street.

Reverse lightning has just been killed, and there is nothing important in the Justice Alliance, and Martin wants to take a vacation for himself.

"But."

Zhou Zanqian looked at the statue of the statue in the temple around him, and quickly shook his head.

"Don't, so, I'm not consulting your opinion. Besides, I have to escort you, you should be happy!"

As soon as Martin patted the little girl's shoulder, she interrupted her words, forcibly made a decision, and then whistled, and the hoof shadow ran out of Zhenhun Street.

He has a lot of now, but the old man in the shadow shadow is more in line with his own heart.

"Wow, the cool mechanical horse!"

Zhou Zanqian is just a high school student who has just graduated. In the case of unable to resist Martin, she quickly accepted the status quo and looked at the hoof shadow in front of her eyes.

Anyway, Martin is not a bad guy, and he saved himself from Yin Bing.

"Great God, how can you have such a cool mechanical horse!"

Zhou Zanqian reached out to touch the hoof, but was directly rejected by the proud mechanical horse.

"I'm not an old man. Besides, the refiner is originally empty, it is not surprising to get something!"

Martin patted Tiying's head and turned him into a motorcycle.

Tiying was somewhat famous in Gotham. Galloping on the streets in the form of a mechanical horse, it was easy to attract the attention of some minions.

"I don't understand. What is alchemy and refining? My grandparents didn't teach me!"

Zhou Zanxi shook her head like a rattle.

The inheritance of folk law is like this. It is not easy to pass down a craft.

Those who can leave a complete system to future generations are all masters who are qualified to establish a school, and they will not travel across the ocean to the United States.

Martin couldn't tell her the details, and waved his hand and said: "I won't tell you complicated things. You just need to remember that alchemy and refining are very luck-intensive. Even if you follow the steps strictly, the finished product will often exceed your expectations."

"Get on!"

He turned over and rode on the motorcycle, grabbed Zhou Zanxi's collar with his big hand, put her on the back seat of the motorcycle, and turned the throttle and rushed out directly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Martin's outfit is too exaggerated. Whether it is the robe full of talismans or the armor of the Han Dynasty, it looks too weird in the eyes of modern people.

But there are many weird people in Gotham, so people on the road just glanced at Martin and continued to do their own things.

Zhou Zanxi sat in the back and was still enjoying the feeling of the strong wind blowing in her face when the motorcycle was speeding.

After she was stuffed directly into her mouth by a gust of wind and coughed repeatedly, her eyes were blown red, and she couldn't help crying, she shrank back behind Martin obediently, using his heavy armor to resist the wind during the speeding process.

"We're here!"

Martin was not familiar with the roads in Gotham, but the Wayne Group had already downloaded the latest survey map of Gotham, so it didn't take much time to rush to the cemetery where Zhou Zanxi's grandparents were.

Zhou Zanxi jumped off the motorcycle, and her sharp short hair had been blown into a mess by the wind, looking no different from a chicken coop.

She quickly fixed her hair with her hands to make it look relatively handsome, and looked up at the English sign. She didn't recognize the English on the sign at the first time, so she didn't look at it again. Anyway, it didn't matter.

"The yin energy around here is so heavy!"

After being baptized by the ghost soldiers in Zhenhun Street, Zhou Zanxi subconsciously took out a bottle of blue cow tears and smeared it on her eyelids, then frowned.

Martin shook his head left and right. He didn't see any walking ghosts. He said to the little girl in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid of the rope after being bitten by a snake once. Gotham, this ghost place, has been added with all kinds of messy things since its establishment. It is normal for the yin energy to be heavy."

The person who did this was of course the Owl Court. In order to complete Barbatos's order, they added amber gold to Gotham's buildings, turning the entire Gotham into a huge experimental field, forcing people in the city to become crazy at all times.

Martin once thought about using a major event to directly level Gotham's buildings and then rebuild them.

But Batman firmly disagrees with this opinion and hopes to find a way to resolve the harm of Ember Gold, but so far, the entire alliance is helpless against Ember Gold.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Martin couldn't find a good way, otherwise he wouldn't have given the decisive plan of "razing Gotham to the ground."

"But these have nothing to do with you, little girl. Go and get your grandparents' ashes! Then, I'll send you away from Gotham, this place of trouble."

"Oh!"

Zhou Zanxi had no interest in Gotham, nodded obediently, and walked directly into the cemetery.

The gravekeeper of this cemetery is a man in his forties or fifties, with a greasy face, a bald head, a big belly, wearing dirty work clothes, and a little smell of alcohol.

When Zhou Zanxi knocked on the door, the gravekeeper was lying on the bed and snoring. After being woken up, he threw the bottle in his hand out irritably and smashed it against the wall, making a crackling sound.

"Who is it? You came to the cemetery in broad daylight, looking for death!"

The gravekeeper stumbled to open the door, then leaned against the door frame weakly, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and complained.

But when he saw Zhou Zanxi standing in front of him, he suddenly became energetic and said in a slick tone: "Hey, little sister, you are not bad looking, where are you from? Let me take a good look at you."

Zhou Zanxi was in a foreign land and didn't want to cause trouble. She took a step back and avoided the dirty hands of the greasy man in front of her, but she just wanted to talk to him.

Kacha!

Martin would not be polite to such a person. He passed the little girl, grabbed the gravekeeper's dirty hand, squeezed it hard, and broke it back.

"Ah, my hand, my arm, ah ah ah."

The gravekeeper let out a wailing sound similar to that of a pig being slaughtered. Zhou Zanxi was frightened by Martin's violence and wanted to persuade him but didn't know what to say.

"Shut up, listen to what I say, and watch what I do."

Martin warned Zhou Zanxi first, then with a terrifying face, he said to the gravekeeper: "I ask you questions, and if you tell a lie, I will break your legs. If you tell another lie, I will start to crack your fingers. Do you understand?"

He exerted a little force with his hand, and the gravekeeper was sweating all over in pain, his body twitched uncontrollably, and his crotch was instantly wet.

"Understand, understand!"

The gravekeeper shouted repeatedly. He just glanced at Martin's terrifying mask, and his heartbeat accelerated with fear, but he was tortured by the pain and could not use coma to escape.

"Does your cemetery sell corpses?"

"Big brother, uncle, ancestor."

The gravekeeper shouted all the names he knew for the elders, and then said hoarsely: "Which cemetery in Gotham doesn't sell corpses! I'm just following the crowd. You are dressed like this, and your family is buried in our small cemetery?"

Zhou Zanxi's eyes instantly spit fire. She finally knew why Martin came up so violently.

Bang!

The little girl punched the gravekeeper so hard that his eyes turned black and blue, and cursed: "You bastard, you even sell the bodies of the dead, do you still have humanity?"

"Nerves, one day without humanity, at most I will be condemned by my conscience. One day without money, I will starve to death."

The gravekeeper had no fear of the young girl, and shouted loudly to defend himself.

Martin had a cold face, and a little force on his hands made the bastard scream God in pain.

"You can fool a little girl with this kind of words, but you dare to use it to sophistry in front of me."

"Still starving to death? I think if you don't sell corpses, you won't have money to go whoring, gambling, or buying drugs for pleasure, right?"

Selling corpses is not like running a supermarket. People come to buy things every day. Buyers don't come often, but the prices are often generous.

People who are really in hardship and will starve to death if they don't work for a day will not choose this industry.

"Stop talking nonsense. What kind of corpses do you sell? Old or young, men or women?"

Martin exerted a little force on his hand, and the gravekeeper spit out everything.

"I mainly sell young and middle-aged corpses. All laboratories need this kind of fresh laboratory materials. The general donation process is very complicated, and it is far slower than buying from the cemetery."

The more the gravekeeper confided, the more disgusted Martin became.

When the man spit out all the useful information, Martin knocked him out directly, and then called Gordon to get him away.

Gordon received the call and couldn't help complaining: "I, the chief of the Gotham Police Department, have become your special cleaner now."

"I haven't asked you for help many times. Besides, we are mutually beneficial. Next time you have something to ask, just ask, I will never refuse."

Martin smiled and comforted Gordon, then looked at Zhou Zanxi.

"Let's go, let's go to your grandparents' grave!"

"Ah? Just the two of us?"

Zhou Zanxi kicked the gravekeeper hard. The city of Gotham gave her too much stimulation.

"The two of us are enough. If you don't want to do it, I can also summon a few yellow turban warriors. This is all a small matter."

Martin took on a lot of responsibilities, like a big brother, commanding and protecting Zhou Zanxi.

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